Page 78 of Desperate Omega

The alpha named Hadrian pauses, holding the knife to Thorus’s neck. He glances at Delphine. She motions for him to wait.

When she turns to face me again, the look in her eyes is almost demonic.

“Wash your legs,” she says.

It’s not a request, it’s a command, and there’s an unspoken second part: if I don’t do what Delphine says, she’s going to tell her alpha to slit Thorus’s throat. There’s a possibility she’s bluffing about that, but I’m not willing to chance it.

I open the waterskin and start to rinse.

I start with my left leg, pouring the water a little at a time, then using my hand, I wipe the moistened paste away from my skin. Once my left leg is more or less clean, I do the right one.

“Don’t forget to wash in between,” Delphine says.

Her tone is that of a mother reminding her child to wash behind her ears, but her smile is anything but loving. I guess she likes forcing me to expose myself to the audience of Farlanders.

I don’t want Thorus to get hurt, so I do what she says. There is still a good amount of dried paste covering the center of my pelvis and everything between my legs. Using the last of the water, I carefully wash it all away.

My heat-scent fills the air.

Across the corridor, Thorus groans as if in pain. His penis, which until now has been hanging flaccid between his legs, starts to move, rising a little with each pulse of his blood until it is firm and fully erect.

My scent does not seem to have much of an effect on the Farlanders or Delphine’s alphas, however.

Delphine chuckles coldly.

“Well, well. Just as I thought. This alpha really is your mate. And would you just look at those piercings! My goodness, I bet those felt just lovely sliding in and out of your little cunt, huh? Maybe I should give them a try myself. Anton, bring me the ladder.”

Anton obediently scurries out of sight. A moment later, he returns carrying a tall, rusty step-ladder from the days before the Change. He doesn’t need any instructions about what to do with it. He just carries it right over to where Thorus is hanging and unfolds it.

“Thank you, darling,” Delphine purrs.

Anton bows subserviently, then he steadies the ladder with his hands while Delphine climbs it. When her face is level with Thorus’s groin, she reaches out with her right hand and takes hold of his massive erection. She begins to stroke it.

The sight of another omega touching my mate like that makes my blood fire with rage. I want to yell at her to stop, but I know that would only encourage her more. I’ve never felt so helpless in all my life.

Fortunately, I do not have to endure the sight for very long. Almost immediately, Thorus starts to lose his erection. After only a few strokes, he is completely limp again.

Delphine frowns.

“What’s the matter?” she purrs. “Don’t you want to play with me?”

She climbs another rung on the ladder, then leans over and takes Thorus’s flaccid penis between her lips.

Her alpha mates look on with excitement.

I look on in rage.

But Delphine’s mouth does nothing to revive Thorus’s arousal. If anything, his penis seems to become even smaller, as if trying to retract itself into his body.

He growls.

Before Delphine has a chance to pull away from him, Thorus’s leg snaps up, and the top of his thigh connects with her throat. If it had been his knee, she would be dead. Instead, she just goes tumbling backward, arms flailing. Her feet get tangled in the rungs of the ladder, pulling it out of Anton’s grip. The ladder crashes to the floor, and Delphine lands beside it with an extremely painful-sounding thud.

For a few seconds, chaos ensues. Some of the Farlanders shout in surprise. Others laugh. Anton rushes forward and leans over Delphine with a look of concern on his face.

And Delphine’s other mate—the one named Hadrian—takes his dagger away from Thorus’s neck. Then he raises it as if he’s going to plunge the blade straight into the alpha’s heart.

My own heart clenches with fear. Tears spring to my eyes.